Tag: friend

  • An Old Story

    Strange that I did not know him then.
    That friend of mine!
    I did not even show him then
    One friendly sign;

    But cursed him for the ways he had
    To make me see
    My envy of the praise he had
    For praising me.

    I would have rid the earth of him
    Once, in my pride…
    I never knew the worth of him
    Until he died.

    Edwin Arlington Robinson